[private] hunt or be hunted; cellar

[Sinner]

there is but one rule
hunt or be hunted

The warm days of summer had faded away. He is greeted by the brisk winds of autumn as he stands on the edge of the meadow, where the forest borders from the east of the neutral terrain. The hellhound inhales the crisp air, tasting the scents that the autumn winds bring to him. He licks his lips in anticipation as the hungry within him rumbles.   He moves forward from the edges of the meadow both with grace and pride. The black hellhound holds his head high like a proud king. Losing Sylva may have been a blow, but he has found himself recovered from the loss. Instead, he is thrilled with more confidence. Perhaps it is the hunt that gives him pride now, taking the life of another so easily. The badge of a predator he wears so proudly now.   Red-yellow glowing eyes follow along the horizonal grassland. Glancing over the few bodies that are dotted throughout the mid-afternoon day. The day is rather grey, but the sun gives light to the day through the shield of clouds today. There is sign of rain within the distance, but he never minded the rain at all. Instead, he focuses on the dotted bodies ahead—the hunger rumbles again, reminding him.

Sinner

the fallen king

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@[Jassal] Long overdue <3